Gamer Mode

Continued from: Tattoos and Tongues

I'm not sure what more to say than simply, I'm not a gamer...and I feel like a sucker. (not that kind!)

(That’s me below, as like a call of duty, gamer version of me)

I am sort-of tech savvy and as you all know, I have been enjoying my creations and "art" over the past two years, on this blog, as I try to illustrate and animate the Sims to do very naughty things with each other. 

In order to do this, I have always just staged or "forced" interactions with the characters in various settings, my character, Summer, Bella and all the rest. After all this time, I just learned the other day that there is a full-blown, BDSM, game mode. 

*Sigh*

For anyone who plays the Sims, this essentially means you can play it as your normally would, but with a BDSM sex slave that you are required to train and condition. I guess I didn't read the fine print years ago, when I started to download mods from this person calling their brand, "Kritical".

I thought I was simply getting dungeon furniture and objects that Kritical made to then use in my own Sims world. Like so: 

Or like so: 

Again, little did I know, was that Kritical not only created the BDSM items to use, but also, an entire mini-game of immersive interactions associated to "owning" a submissive. Like you actually have to work at it to unlock different layers of things you can do with them. 

So...I suppose I had to try it...on Summer first. I literally had to buy Summer in a slave auction that I will explain later, but after some muddling around with this new style of gameplay, I bid on and won my own wife, Summer. Haha. 

I asked the A.I. what it thought about this scene too. Hmm...kinda, I guess. 

Then it started to get a little more focused. It will frequently input like gibberish in the backgrounds of these images. I've seen it on chalkboards in some of the school scenes.  

Okay, okay...now you're getting it. How humiliating for my poor baby! Just objectified and vulnerable, sold off to the highest bidder. 

I stopped trying at this one, which wasn't perfect but close. 

Back to the gameplay. 

At some point the Sim's mood will change to sheepish, almost embarrassed looking and the popup with appear: 

When this happens, my character can't play with her or have sex with her or do much of anything else, until I address this and punish her. What a cute feature! Once I click on her and impose said punishment, she shrugs and stomps her feet and has a little hissy fit and twists her face into a pain-fearing scowl. Also cute. She's acting out!  

Then, my window of options pops open and at this early point in our Kritical relationship, I only had two options available. I think you can expand to more as our D/s progresses. Anyway, I could give her a lifted up spanking or a golden shower it said. *shurg*

I was surprised about this new and adorable animation that was never available to me before. They call it stand & carry & spank. And I love it!

Lifted right off her feet and held under my arm like a rag doll. Her vulnerable legs dangling and head down. What a cute animation for naughty little girl like Summer! 

It reminds me of this one, that I've used before to represent a good belting from "Daddy" in a similar state of vulnerability:

It looks like I'm going to have some new positions and content. New animations to use in the future, now that I discovered this Kritical thing, that was right under my nose all along.

Second option to punish Summer was a golden shower, something she and I have never participated in before. 

I thought a golden shower was to be peed on. This looks like I'm peeing directly into her mouth and the assumption would be that she's consuming my urine?...I guess...

Not really my thing...

Hopefully my golden liquid doesn't do anything to the electric shock collar that she is wearing. Also something I will explain later. 

Summer is too adorable to pee on or in. How could you pee on this? 

Next time I'll write about how this whole auction thing goes down and the shock collar function. It's quite something. 

In the meantime, I'll continue to explore all these new options and animations that are now available to me and how I can use them to bring a better product to all of you. ;) 

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: The Tears of the Sissies will Water the Meadows of France

 

Interview with Summer cont.

Continued from: Someone's Gonna Get It

We are picking up where we left off, with Summer, being interviewed by some random, male fan of hers from the internet.

Welcome back Summer, thank you for continuing this interview. I hope you're ready for things to get a little more R rated up in here? 

*laughs Of course darling. I'm always ready for a little spice. What have you got in store for me? 

So, when you and Mistress Andrea are home together, and your flight attendant uniform is long-since removed, you are a "little" with her, and you call her "Mommy"? Correct? 

*nods That's correct most of the time, my darling. When we're alone together and with certain company, I become her little girl, and she is my Mommy. It's a dynamic that works well for us. It allows us to explore our desires and fantasies in a safe and consensual way. 

Of course our roles can shift depending on the situation. Sometimes I am a vulnerable and naïve schoolgirl, a slave maid or a bratty teen. Other times, Mistress Andrea might want me in a collar only, pushing my limits and testing my boundaries in the sex dungeon. 

How does Mistress Andrea make you dress when you're "little"? 

Mistress likes to dress me in frilly, feminine clothes that emphasize my youthful appearance. Often, she'll choose a satin dress with a fluffy skirt, paired with delicate matching panties and stockings or socks.

She also loves to put ribbons in my hair and paint my nails with bright, cheerful colours. And of course, no outfit of this kind is complete without a pair of shiny, Mary Jane heels.

Wow. One extreme to the other it would seem?

The look is designed to make me feel like a little girl, innocent and playful. And while it may seem childish to some, it brings me immense pleasure to know that I am pleasing Mommy with my appearance. 

After all, part of being a good little girl is looking the part, isn't it. 

I'll take your word for it. 

And I understand that if you two go out in public, even to the grocery store, she still has you dressed like a little girl? Probably less Lolita/Kawaii than the above, but still embarrassing?

*laughs Well, it depends on where we're going, really. If we're just running errands or going to the grocer, Mommy might dress me in something a bit more subtle - perhaps a sundress and chunky sandals, or a pair of tiny overalls and a tank top. 

But make no mistake, even these outfits are designed to make me look and feel "little". And yes, there is definitely an element of humiliation involved. Knowing that people might be looking at me and wondering why a grown woman is dressed like a little girl. It can be quite thrilling actually.

Such a contrast to your flight attendant, professional and stunning uniforms of control and authority, huh? 

Absolutely, my darling. My role as a flight attendant requires me to project an air of confidence and authority, which is a stark contrast to my submissive nature when I'm with Andrea.

Wearing my crisp, tailored uniform and serving passengers with grace and poise is almost like playing a character - one that bears little resemblance to the kinky, submissively slut that exists beneath the surface.  

It's a fascinating dichotomy, and one that I find endlessly intriguing. 

You mentioned slave-maid? Like domestic chores and such? 

Yes indeed. Domestic service is definitely part of our dynamic. I take great pride in keeping our home immaculate and catering to Andrea's every need. 

Whether I'm cooking her dinner, doing her laundry or simply tidying up after her, I derive immense satisfaction from knowing that I'm contributing to our household and making Andrea's life easier. 

And of course, there are times when she likes to spice things up by adding a BDSM twist to my chores. for example, she might require me to clean the floors on my hands and knees while wearing a collar and leash. Or she will instruct me to serve dinner naked, save for an apron and high heels, or something equally as skimpy. I've even had to vacuum the house with a butt plug in my ass!

Do you have any idea how sexy and adorable you are? 

*blushes Don't be silly, young man. 

What is your favourite of all your submissive "looks"? 

Oh wow. It's difficult to pick just one. I would have to say dressing up like a schoolgirl, complete with a plaid skirt, white blouse and knee high socks. Sometimes I even wear my hair in pigtails.

It's a look that never fails to bring out Andrea's inner teacher, and let's just say she's not afraid to give me a good, hard spanking when I misbehave.

How does Andrea dress when it's a "school day" for you, Summer? 

Oh, poule boss! How do you say en Anglais?....ummm, Boss Bitch, is that correct? Poule boss literally means boss hen *giggles. If she reads this I'm in so much trouble! Maybe edit this one out for me and for the sake of my bare bum, please? 

Sure thing, Summer. 

Merci. 

( *under my breath: ya, whatever) 

Mistress wears what I like to call "the hairbrush outfit". It's a stomach-sinking, colour draining from my face realization that I'll soon be over her knee and the ebony hairbrush will be held in her lap. It's dreadful to see her dressed like this when it's just her and I home. It's the outfit she typically wears for her male and female spanking clients, if they haven't requested something more roleplayed.  

Yep...that's certainly intimidating. 

It makes me love her even more, when she cares enough to be strict with me and not let me off the hook. 

You two fell in love in New Orleans, didn't you? This story is called btw: The Big Easy

I think it was long before that, but oui, New Orleans was definitely an emotional weekend. We had just finished an intense BDSM scene in the hotel room, and both of our bodies were still thrumming with pleasure and adrenaline. 

As we lay there, in each others arms, Andrea started to cry. She said she didn't know how to say goodbye to me anymore, that every time we parted ways, it felt like a piece of her was being ripped away. 

I held her close and whispered in her ear that we would always find our way back to each other, no matter what. 

Later that night we had been walking along the banks of the Mississippi River, the moonlight reflecting off the water and creating a magical atmosphere. Andrea has been unusually quiet throughout the evening, lost in her thoughts. 

Finally, she stopped walking and turned to face me. Her eyes were filled with emotion, and as she spoke, a single tear rolled down her cheek. "Summer," she said, "I love you." 

May I get you a tissue, Summer? 

Merci, thank you. 

I think we should wrap it there, Summer, that was beautiful and informative. On behalf of your fans we all love you. We wish you and Mistress Andrea the very best in your wild dynamics and your marriage. 

Thank you for allowing me to share my experiences with you and your readers. I hope that our discussion has provided some insight into the world of BDSM and the dynamic that Andrea and I share. We will continue to explore the depths of our kinky desires, pushing boundaries and discovering new ways to satisfy each other. We are grateful for your well wishes. 

Au revior, until we meet again. 🎀

Continued in: Tara Gregory: Early days

 

Home Sweet Home

Continued from: The Huntress

So we land in YYZ, Summer and I, having enjoyed a lovely week in Paris together. We grabbed a limo for the trip home, slightly exhausted from the flight. I was eager to wash the travel off me. Summer was too. It was nice to be home again...

Until...I walk into my living room to this scene! 

Both of us giggled out loud. Cassie fuckin' kills me sometimes!

You can see for yourself, but Summer and I walk in on her gaming, on the couch, looking like she's been smoking weed all day. Her bratty, Nike High Dunks are resting on the back of some ridiculous male submissive who she has dressed in lingerie and heels. 

Within her strict gaze, a second pathetic specimen of a male, kneeling and gussied-up, head-to-toe as a French Maid.

Apart from Cassandra's munchies on the end-table, the place was actually spotless, the fridge was full, and the sinks and toilets sparkled. Ha! She and her sissy maids can house-sit for me anytime!   

In the vanilla world, this would of course be a shocking scene to walk in on. Here at my Facility, it was simply a Tuesday. The poor sissies had such pouts on. Just sickened with humiliation, especially after Summer and I showed up.

Remember the infamous Mistress Elaine? The British woman who would totally own these poor submissive men by dressing them in layer upon layer of satin and petticoats, heels and hosiery. 

This poor chap she always addressed as "Vicky". He always had the same pouty look on his face once she had him fully made-up. It was a look of such defeat, just nauseated with humiliation. 

There's the look. Isn't Vicky a precious little gurl? Silky-smooth and hairless.

Mistress Elaine was notorious for using the full stainless chastity belts on Vicky and some other sissies who made appearances. One of them even had an electric-shockable anal attachment that locked onto the main chastity belt. That was a wild video...watching her torture this poor dude's rectum, while he begged and squirmed around on the bed in vintage lingerie and a dress. Totally something Cassandra would do... 

Apart from torturing her sissies, Mistress Elaine would often get them fully dressed-up and their little dicklettes locked away, before making them perform curtsies, to humiliate them. She would make them mince around the house and serve as Victorian-era maids.

Her scenes always involved Vicky in shit for something or Vicky had not performed a clean enough curtsy. Mistress Elaine would then spank, cane and paddle his bare bum, then peg the sissy with a strap-on. What a Goddess huh? She wielded a wonderous cocktail of physical and psychological dominance. 

I read somewhere that she was actually the seamstress or dress-maker, who custom-designed these satin and ruffled outfits. Who wakes up one day, with a skill-set like she has for these lovely artistic creations, and decides to start making them in men's sizes, to eventually keep a stable of sissy maids? Haha...amazing.

Good for her! 

Come to think of it, I should have a dress-maker on staff at The Facility. Some of these silly males would go beet-red if they had to come to me to be custom-fitted for a sissy dress. Something like this perhaps, for the most masculine of my submissive men?

A skilled seamstress could also add the lockable features for me, to any sissy outfit. These little additions are an absolute must for any sissy of mine!

Yes...on their bras too: 

It's one thing to forcibly feminize a male submissive as a form of control, punishment and humiliation, but you can take it to the next level psychologically, if their delicate attire cannot be removed without bolt-cutters or the keys! Lol...

 

Anyway, back to Cassandra... 

She had a padlock on the neckline of the maid dress one of her men was currently wearing. She also had their high heels padlocked to their feet. Good girl, Cassie! I taught you well. 

I noticed the dude in the pink lingerie had an inflatable plug up his ass. Typically something you would use to stretch and prepare the area for a good fucking. 

I gestured toward the sissy with the plug and asked Cassie, "are you preparing her pussy for something?"

Cassandra replied and pointed to the man in the maid's dress, then to the sissy on his hands and knees.

"Yes Mistress Andrea, this one (maid) is going to fuck this one (lingerie), but they didn't want to participate in anything homosexual, they're both straight." 

Ok...well how is one going to fuck the other then? I thought to myself...

Ahhh...leave it to Cassandra and her creativity, to push the limits of these two without breaking the limits. 

Is it still gay if it's not your own cock? 

Summer and I may have to stay and watch this go down...

Stay tuned. 

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

 

Continued in: Is it Gay?

 

Brush My Teeth

Continued from: ATM

A Sarah Jane Story 

I was definitely fliting with disaster here. 

"Daddy punish me more, I haven't learned my lesson." 

C'mon! Pleeeeease! He would be able to see right through this and could call me on it. I thought I might have ended up over his knee again. Good thing Bella is a little bit irresistible, even to me! I missed seeing her body squirm and writhe under pleasure, and hearing her moan like a whore when I was pressing that dildo into her ass. 

And now, I found myself wanting more! Greedily. I was telling Daddy to humiliate me further, by doing ass-to-mouth with his own cock, essentially cuckqueaning me. I don't know what I was thinking. I was just so aroused. 

Again, he didn't need to ask Bella if this was alright, but he did anyway. Such a gentleman. She of course, robotically agreed like a good sex slave should/would. 

"Yes Sir, thank you, Sir." She replied, at Daddy's offer to fuck her in the ass, then transfer his cock from her bum, into my mouth. 

Yes, I was jealous, especially after seeing the moves she had. She essentially did all the work, and fucked her own arse on Daddy's dick. 

She was a pro, rolling her hips, a deep arch to her back and letting her tits flop about, all while occasionally glancing in my direction. 

Before long, Daddy got up and popped out of her butt. Then it was directly over to me and into my waiting mouth. 

There was definitely no twelve repetitions this time, there's no way Daddy would have lasted. I kinda enjoyed teasing him this way, without him knowing. I knew he was on the brink of blowing his load so I sucked his cock with tremendous vigor and speed. If he cums...no more fucking Bella right? Hehe...

I think he was able to manage three. Three reps into Bella's asshole then into my mouth. At the end of the third trip, from ass to mouth, Daddy finally exploded into my throat. 

There! Now I can go brush my teeth...*blush*

Right after I thank Bella for participating in my dreadfully shameful punishment. I knelt down and kissed her passionately on the asshole, verbally thanking her in the process. 

Daddy went down to the kitchen to make us all a snack. I threw on some panties and little top, Bella just stayed in her stockings and garters. Ha. What a weapon she is!

I don't know what came over me, maybe it was the special bond I had with Bella or the intensity of the humiliation I just went through, with the ass-to-mouth punishment, but I couldn't keep my hands off her. I was still so aroused! I hadn't cum yet, during that who ordeal.

She went to wash her hands at the sink and I caressed her bum and slipped a finger inside her petals. 

I got an approving nod from Daddy that it was ok. That I wasn't being too bold for my role or too big for my britches as it's known. 

Next thing you know we were making out on the couch. 

And before you know it, I had my legs in the air, letting her slip my panties off. 

As I watched her beautiful hair begin to brush against the insides of my thighs, I frantically called out to Daddy who was in the kitchen. 

"Would it be ok if I had an orgasm, Daddy...please?" 

I knew the moment her mouth came into contact with my cunt it would be all over for me. It would be too late to seek Daddy's permission. 

"Sure, sweetie." He called back to me. 

Bella gave me an evil but playful smile, before leaning all the way in to French kiss my clit. 

*MOAAAAAN!!

Gawwwd damn! Ohhh fuck did I ever cum for her. Her tongue lashed the shit outta me! I wanted her to make me cum again but I didn't want to push my luck with Daddy. I pulled Bella in for a kiss so I could taste myself on her lips, then gave her an equally sinister and playful smile back. 

"Daddddddieeee...can Bella stay the night with us?"

Well she did...we slept in until like noon yesterday. We literally had sex like all fucking night! It was amazing. We teased poor Daddy so much! Hehe

He told me his cock feels like it was in a wet bouncy castle all night. Lol. Jesus...

I'll write about Saturday night, if you'd like to hear more about it? 

Until then. 

Sarah Jane 

xoxo

Continued in: Threesome with Bella